All of the Forbidden Fruits (AFF) 
by Lady Naught (lady_naught@aol.com) 
beta-reader Dartharcs (Hentai Foundry) 

(Mf, cons, inc, ped, rough) 

Word-Count: 5,022 

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Author's Note: 

ATTENTION!!! THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FINISHED 

Further information and chapters can be found at 
http://wwww.ladynaughtproductions.blogspot.com 
OR 
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A perfect life, a horrible accident. How will George 
cope with the loss of his beloved wife? Quite simple. 
They already made a replacement in Martha's spitting 
image. Will little Jennifer be able to take all that 
her father and his friends have to dish out? 

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Chapter 2: The second fruit... Gangbang 

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The morning after... 

George woke up at the break of dawn. The sheets of the 
bed stuck to him like jam on toast making George groan 
with the unpleasant feeling as it turned away from 
Jenny. She was still wearing the sinful peek-a-boo 
teddy that he could only guess Martha bought the day 
she died. The thought brought a pang of sharp pain to 
his heart. What had his lovely wife have planned for 
that small garment? It definitely wasn't him ravaging 
their daughter while she wore it. Jenny moaned out 
stretching her lithe body, gripping at George like she 
did every night. 

He couldn't take it anymore. Tears threatened to 
spill from George's eyes. Something that he hadn't 
even done when Martha passed away. Why had he taken his 
daughter? Why did even now his cock throb painfully for 
that small little body that laid beside him. It was so 
wrong, so very wrong. Not just in a moral sense but 
also in a legal way. He was married to a lawyer for 
gods sake. If this wasn't pissing on Martha's grave 
he didn't know what was. 

With some difficulty, George delicately removed himself 
from the bed, grabbing his jeans from the floor before 
stepping away from temptation. It couldn't be that 
easy, it never is that easy however. As George opened 
the door, Jenny groaned out a lusciously sinful moan 
laying on her stomach and exposing the only part of her 
that he had yet to touch. A sultry little moan escaping 
her lips. 

"Daddy..." - Jenny whispered still dreaming 
peacefully. Her mind filled with the memories of the 
day before, keeping her small pussy wet through the 
night with more than her father's seed. 

"This can't be happening. Martha can't see us like this 
again. And I don't know if I can keep my hands off 
her." - George whispered to himself. 

The conflicting emotions waging a war that could never 
be won or lost by either side. He was Jenny's father, 
and now he was always her lover. More importantly if he 
couldn't control his lusts he would end up hurting 
his beloved little girl. 

Dressing quickly with the clothes from Jenny's room. 
George sat at the dinner table, thinking about what he 
would do next. His foot tapped nervously on the wooden 
floors for so long that it even began to annoy him. 
Stomping his foot down, he turned taking the house 
phone from its place and dialing up the only people he 
could ever trust with something like this. 

George hadn't spoken to Daniel or Stephen since 
Martha died. They had been his best friends in high 
school and then college. They were George's best 
friends in the entire world, the only people he could 
turn to from as far back as he could remember. Yet with 
their estrangement since Martha, he wondered if they 
would even answer his call. The phone rang for so long 
that George was about to give up. Daniel picked up at 
the last possible moment speaking into the phone in a 
tiered groggy tone of voice that said he had been woken 
up by the call. "Hello? Who is this... you know its 
five in the morning right?" 

George looked up at the oven clock, cursing himself 
internally. It was seriously early, specially for a 
Saturday morning. "Yeah sorry man. Its me... 
George." 

On the other side of the phone, sheets could be heard 
shifting, and a woman's sleepy groan of. "Baby get 
back in bed..." 

Daniel's voice still sounded sleepy but now held the 
edge of excitement in it. "Oh hey George. How are 
you? Its been a long time... I haven't seen you 
since..." 

George gritted his teeth shaking his head. "Yeah 
since Martha... I know. Sorry for dropping out of the 
blue like this but I kinda need your help. Both your 
help and Stephens.... You still keep in contact with 
him?" 

Daniel frowned into the phone, his grogginess leaving 
him as he said in a stern tone. "Yeah, me and him 
actually bagged... never mind. What is it George? You 
know either one of us would help you move a corpse, 
even after you went M.I.A." 

George breath out a sigh of relieve. It had been so 
long that he actually wondered if they really would 
even meet with him. The thing that made him wonder the 
most is that after Martha's funeral, he had not only 
lost contact with them but outright refused to speak to 
all of his friends, specially Daniel and Stephen. 

"I can't talk about it over the phone. Could you 
guys meet me at the same place as usual?" George said 
into the phone, looking for a scrap of paper and a pen 
already. 

Daniel sounded confused but with a bit of hesitation he 
answered with a "Yeah. Meet there in about an hour or 
two?" A thunk sort of sound followed his answer. 

Another male voice coming through the phone along with 
the same female as before protesting with a tiered 
moan. "What's the big idea Daniel?" 

To this Daniel replied. "Get dressed, George needs to 
meet with us." 

George shook his head as he heard the background 
noises. The pair of them hadn't changed one bit. He 
guessed it was a good thing with what he would be 
asking of them now. Even with that this would be 
something that risked everything that was left in his 
life. 

"Yeah thats fine. I'll be waiting in the back 
booth. Talk to you then." - George said, hanging up 
the phone and breathing out a nervous kind of sigh. 

George ran his fingers through his hair briefly. A 
nervous habit he had developed sometime after Martha 
passed away. Jotting down a note for Jenny on the back 
of an old grocery list, he tucked his shirt into his 
jeans. Going to leave the note on the nightstand inside 
Martha's room, right below the picture of her and 
baby Jenny. 

Jenny groaned again in her sleep turning to lay in the 
remains of George's body heat as he was about to 
leave once more. George stopped, shuddering with his 
desire for the little nymphet laying half hazardly 
beneath the stained covers of the forgotten. Leaning 
down he laid a soft kiss on Jenny's forehead. 

What his body wanted to do was so much more, and it 
protested loudly in the form of his jeans becoming 
unbearably tight. Even with all that, George rushed out 
of the room. Looking back from the doorway he 
hesitated, but when his eyes locked with those of his 
smiling Martha in the photograph he turned and left to 
meet up with two almost forgotten friends. 

 An hour later at a diner... 

".... I can't do this again, I could have really hurt 
her.... I lost control. I couldn't stop, hell I could 
barely think." - said George to his friends over 
breakfast. His voice and face riddle with the guilt he 
felt settle deep within his heart, yet not in his 
loins. 

Daniel and Stephen were flabbergasted, looking at each 
other just to make sure that they weren't the only 
ones that had heard George's incestous confession. 
After almost a decade being called out of the blue by 
George had been a blow all by itself, but hearing how 
he had just deflowered little Jenny was almost more 
than the two men could take. 

Stephen after a while couldn't help himself and said, 
in a rather loud tone - "Wait, go back. You fucked your 
daughter!" 

Stephen lowered his voice, realizing just how loud his 
exclamation had been when several of the other patrons 
looked their way. Continuing his exclamation in a 
whisper. - "Man that is totally fucked up.... and yet 
somehow completely hot." 

"Not so loud you fucking idiot, I could get thrown in 
jail for that!" - George whispered harshly and 
hastily.. 

"OK, so why are you telling us all this. You have no 
guarantee that we won't tell the police about it." - 
commented Daniel in a matter of fact statement that got 
him a jab from Stephen and a dirty look. 

"I don't.... but it would be better to go to jail 
than..... to hurt Jenny in my next moment of weakness." 
- answered George, looking at them square in the eyes. 
The haunted expression of a father who had lost his 
child, and a lustful man settling heavily on his face. 

"So what do you want us to do? It's not like we can 
watch you all the time." - said Stephen leaning back 
into the booth, his expression dubious. 

"Why don't you? If you move in with me and Jenny you 
could make sure that I don't hurt her. And if I ever go 
nuts again you can stop me." - George replied, the 
doubt in his expression leaving and being replaced by a 
crazy man's sort of hope. 

"Keh, yeah and I suppose you want us to fuck her too, 
right?!" - said Stephen, the statement laced heavily 
with sarcasm. 

"Actually that would be a great idea! Would you do it?" 
- George added with clear despair in his voice and 
features. 

"You have to be joking... He has to be joking right?" 
- Daniel commented to Stephen before turning to George 
once more, an odd sort of fear in his eyes. 

"You are joking right? You can't be serious. You want 
us to move in and FUCK your thirteen year old 
daughter!!!" - Daniel continued in a harsh whisper. 

"You don't have to answer now, come by tonight at eight 
o'clock and you'll make your decision then." - George 
said with confidence in his statement. 

Knowing his long time friends needed the time to think 
over his proposal. George stood up from the booth as 
his take out order was called at the counter, leaving a 
twenty dollar bill on the booth table. Stopping at the 
front counter he picked up Jenny's breakfast, paying 
for it in cash before leaving. 

Daniel and Stephen stared at George as he left. After 
what felt like forever, Stephen looked at Daniel 
sipping a bit of his coffee. "You think he was being 
serious?" 

Daniel shrugged, going back to his breakfast. 
"Maybe... He was a real mess after Martha. Heaven 
only knows what happened to him after this long. Guess 
we'll have to go to his house at eight." 

Stephen chuckled shaking his head as he pulled out his 
cellphone from his jacket. "Yeah, but that also means 
we can't go on that date with the gemini twins." 

 Back at the house... 

George walked into his home of thirteen years now, 
dropping his keys on the table just inside the door. 
The diner's take out bag tenderly held in his arm. 
Looking at his living room George wandered idly how his 
life had taken this turn of events. 

Tonight would determine the rest of his life. If his 
best friends showed up, it would certainly be 
interesting but he wouldn't spend the rest of his 
life behind bars. On the other hand, if the police 
knocked on his door, he would never see Jenny again. 
With those thoughts and a cold shiver running up his 
spine he walked towards Martha's room. 

Cracking the door open he saw that Jenny was still fast 
asleep and as deliciously tempting as ever, even if his 
view of her body was mostly obstructed by the covers 
she had crawled under since he left. A small little 
groan echoed out of the room and George couldn't help 
but smile, closing the door before going to the 
kitchen. 

The kitchen was almost sparkling in the early morning 
sun that streamed in through the window. It reminded 
George about the times Martha chastised him for leaving 
a mess overnight in the kitchen, something Jenny was 
notoriously absent for. 

"Jenny is such a good girl...a good woman..." 
George mused out loud as he made his way to the liquor 
cabinet. 

Leaving Jenny's food on the dinner table as he passed 
it by he couldn't hold back the rest of that thought, 
not in his mind. Jenny was a great wife. Swallowing 
hard he reached the much sought after cabinet, opening 
it slowly. George hadn't opened it since Martha died, 
afraid he would not be there for Jenny when she needed 
him. Afraid that he would lose himself at the bottom of 
a bottle like so many people in his position. 

He couldn't lie to himself however. The fact that 
Martha had been ultimately killed by a drunk driver 
helped that fear a lot. Right now however he needed a 
drink, just one, just for right now, just for today. 
Because today was the last day of the life he had lead 
up until now. One way or another everything would 
change today. 

With shaky hands he grabbed what had once been his 
favorite whiskey bottle, and a glass from the cabinet. 
The amber fluid flowed out of the bottle slowly at 
first, but soon enough it nearly reached the glasses 
lip. The bottle of whiskey had been more than half full 
when he began to pour it into the glass, but even after 
he was finished taking what he wanted the bottle felt a 
lot heavier than it probably should have. 

George took the first sip of his bitter drink with 
purpose, knowing it would be the hardest to take. Even 
then however, as he turned hearing the soft pattering 
of feet against the hard wood floors he never expected 
the sight that greeted him. 

There before him stood Jenny, still in the same outfit 
they had made love in. It was half twisted around her 
body, testament of her having slept in the garment. The 
crotch area of it having been completely eaten by her 
hairless little pubescent mound that still sported the 
unmistakable glitter of dried semen in blotches that 
carried over to her upper thighs. Her darkening left 
nipple peeking out from the slit over as if keeping 
watch over him, while her entire right breast was still 
exposed for him to see the delicate array of goose 
bumps on it. Her long red hair thrown about her 
shoulders in a tangled mess that further betrayed the 
nights activities. The half sleepy expression still on 
her face as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes. It 
was all so alien and yet so normal that it took 
George's breath away with its surreal feel. He could 
see himself tearing the skimpy garment off her body and 
taking her roughly on the kitchen table. 

"Good morning daddy. Did you sleep well?" - Jenny 
said with a gentle happy smile full of innocence, even 
as George knew there was none left for a fact. 

George felt himself walking forward towards Jenny, his 
hands steady when he gripped her slender shoulders, 
holding her flush against his own body, his own lips 
suddenly clashing with her's making Jenny moan loudly 
into the kiss. 

The way looked, the way she moved, the way she reacted. 
George had been helplessly in her grasp from the 
beginning and it was more than evident now as he 
gripped Jenny's legs hiking them up high to his hips, 
shuffling them both towards the kitchen table. 
Jenny's small ass kissed the table with a wet 
slapping sound that just made George's cock spring 
into life in a furious passion. 

Jenny tasted so sweet, silky ruby red lips melting into 
his, her arms somewhere along the line had wrapped 
around his shoulders letting no space between their 
heated bodies. George's cock strained within his 
jeans with a building pressure like he had never felt 
with anyone before, not even Martha. His hand reached 
down to relieve said pressure only to find that 
Jenny's demure hands had already taken to the task. 

Before George could think of what Jenny was doing the 
tip of his cock was already pressing insistently 
against the moist silk half covering Jenny's wet and 
semen stained lips. The animalistic groan that ripped 
through George not even he saw coming. Breaking the 
kiss he pulled the fabric to the side ripping the tiny 
strip on the back, this only made Jenny cry out with 
surprise and pain. It was already too late, George's 
hand was already gripping her hips, his cock, aligning 
them both before without a thought in his head other 
than the tight hot wet hole before him, plunging 
forward impaling Jenny on his steel rod. 

Jenny's pussy was so tight, and the whimpering moans 
that came out of her tiny body only made its constant 
squeezing and milking of George's cock even better. 
With a moan of his own, George drove forward burying 
himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust then pulling 
out nearly to the tip and moving back within. Heaven 
was right here, this was heaven, deep within his 
daughter's tight little cunt. George's thrusts took 
on life of their own, his body determined to stay 
within heaven for as long as it possibly could. 

"Daddy? Are you ok?" Jenny's sweet innocent voice 
came, from somewhere far away. 

George blinked a few times and with a deep sinking 
feeling realized that it had all been a very vivid day 
dream fantasy. Downing the entire glass of whiskey, he 
fought with himself, and the turgid erection in his 
jean pants, not to live out his day dream. 

"Good-morning-princess-I-brought-you-you're-favorite-br 
eakfast-french-toast-sandwich-it's-on-the-table..." 
said George in a single hasty breath. 

Swallowing hard, he smiled at Jenny and continued, the 
air not quite wanting to settle in his lungs. "Why 
don't you go take a shower." 

George's erection was painfully trapped within the 
tight jeans, eliciting a groan from the older man while 
Jenny watched him with clear confusion and worry on her 
lovely little face. 

"Umm... That sounds great. I'll go take a shower and 
then eat breakfast. I can still feel the sticky mess 
inside my pussy. Don't go anywhere, OK!!" - replied 
Jenny's confusion and worry melting with her heart 
melting smile. 

Jenny turned around going back down the hall and into 
the bathroom for her shower. George could feel his 
entire body shaking and shivering with the pent up lust 
within his body. There would be a time and place for 
that however. Reaching for the house phone and yellow 
pages. They were going to need two services, a maid 
service and a moving company. 

 Thirty minutes later... 

Jenny came out of the bathroom wearing a very tight 
pair of faded jeans, giving her a camels toe, and a 
tight red tank top. Her long hair loose and still wet 
from the shower. The tank top giving her beautiful 
cleavage, her boobs bouncing up and down, tempting 
George, inviting him to touch them, to taste them, to 
ravish them. She smelled of roses, George was beginning 
to whimper with the need. He needed to get out of there 
if he was going to survive. He needed all his willpower 
to keep from stripping her naked right then and there 
and fucking her senseless right where she stood. 

"Sweetie I have to go to work for a bit. Why don't you 
start packing all of your mothers stuff and getting it 
to the living room. A lady will be coming soon to help 
you, OK I love you. I will see you later today." - 
George said almost running for the door, barely taking 
his keys and coat with him. 

"But father you don't..... have work to...day.... he 
left again." - complained Jenny, pouting. 

Stomping to the table she sat down and ate her 
breakfast. When she was finished she started doing what 
her father had asked, taking everything her mother 
owned and putting it away in some boxes she had found 
in the living room. While she was sorting through some 
boxes that she had never seen before, she found some 
dresses that looked rather sexy, a pin that read cock 
whore, a shoebox filled with photos of her mother and 
some other men, some of them rather inappropriate, 
about a dozen unlabeled videos and five journals. Just 
as she was going to play one of the videos the doorbell 
rang. It was the lady her father had told her about. 
They finished rather fast, but Jenny had personally put 
the boxes in a hidden corner of her room, to look at 
later. Once everything was in the living room the lady 
cleaned the rest of the house and left. Jenny went back 
to check what was on the videos, popping one of them 
into her television. Some moaning and groaning started 
coming from the TV. She was instantly red. On the 
screen was her mother, a cock in every hole, looking 
rather happy. The men that were fucking her mother she 
knew, they were her uncles.... not by blood but were so 
close to her family that she called them so, they were 
Daniel and Stephen. 

"Baby I'm home!!" - came her fathers voice from 
downstairs. 

She hastily turned the TV set off and ran downstairs, 
jumping into her father's arms. George had spent the 
entire day buried to the gils in paper work in an 
attempt not to think of his daughter in a sexual way 
with some success.... that is until she came rushing 
towards him still in that tight clothing from the 
morning. He gave up, he could never deny his daughter 
and she was begging to be fucked, just by the way she 
looked. With a sad smile on his face he went to the 
store with her so she could pick out some lingerie. 
Going back to the house they pulled in at the same time 
as the moving truck. He instructed them on what to 
take. All the movers were ogling Jenny in her tight 
outfit, she was just too damn sexy for her own good. 

 Eight o'clock... 

Daniel and Stephen arrived promptly, the moving truck 
just pulling out of the front of the house. George was 
already at the door waiting for them. 

"Welcome. Come in, come in! Jenny why don't you say hi 
to your uncles." - he said calling first to them and 
then back at Jenny. 

Daniel and Stephen exchanged a look that could only be 
described as 'this can't really be happening' and 
walked inside the house. Jenny was in the hallway when 
she saw her uncles her face lit up with happiness and 
she bounced towards them. Her hair flying all around 
her, her breast bouncing in their tight confines, her 
sweet smile inviting. She launched into them. 

Hugging them, she gave each a kiss on the cheek saying 
- "Hello! Nice to see you again, uncle Danny; uncle 
Stephy." - she made a small japanese style bow to them 
and her smile broadened. 

Her tank top drooping to show her breasts. Daniel and 
Stephen were immediately taken aback by the gestures, 
seeing as she never greeted them like that, never wore 
something so provocative, never had appealed to them in 
that way. They blushed and returned her bow, suddenly 
finding their shoes rather interesting. 

"Same here, kid!" - responded Stephen swallowing hard. 

His cock already throbbing painfully against his pants. 

"Jenny why don't you go and 'play' for a while." - said 
George, you could almost hear the quotations around the 
word. 

"Yes, father! See you in a little bit monkeys." - 
replied Jenny, giggling as she called them by her 
nickname. 

Turning around she walked into her parents room. All 
they could think about was the way her hips swayed this 
way and that, her hair brushing ever so lightly at the 
small of her back, the way her faded jeans hugged her 
perfect little ass. 

"Now that you see her...do you understand why..." - 
said George trailing off as he looked at his friends. 

He had seen them lust after many girls since they had 
known each other, and that was pretty much forever, but 
the look that was on their faces now was one that he 
had never seen there before. It was one of complete 
lust, and confusion, with a little guilt thrown in for 
good measure. Looking down he noticed something that 
amazed even him, their crotches looked tight, painfully 
so in-fact. He was not going to have as much of a hard 
time convincing them as he had thought, but tact was 
still needed. 

"I see. you're already aware of the effect that she 
has on a man." - said George once more looking at them, 
a broad smile on his handsome features. 

"Dude!! She's HOT with a capital H!!" - replied 
Stephen. 

Clearing his throat and straightening himself Daniel 
added - "I accept your offer...to come live with you 
and your daughter. There will be conditions of course." 

"I wouldn't have it any other way. Both of you would 
have your own rooms, and private bathrooms, of course 
without mentioning monetary compensation for your 
silence and...." - said George, the smile turning into 
more of a grin while he said this, only to be 
interrupted by Stephen saying - "....services? Dude you 
make it sound like we're a couple of whores you 
know." 

"I would never imply such a thing, or say it for that 
matter." - George had taken on his much practiced 
lawyers face. 

He reached over to the end table where some papers 
were, along with a pen. 

"You just have to sign this contract, and you will 
receive one thousand USD every day. As long as you keep 
your silence. You'll have room and board as well as an 
all access pass to..." - he said but was once more 
interrupted this time by Jenny as she came out of the 
room that once belonged to him and his Martha. 

She came out in in a tight white lace matching 
underwear and a very short see-through pink robe that 
had no purpose. "...well you know what..." finished 
George. 

Jenny stood there, her face red from embarrassment, her 
hair held up by two pink chopsticks, her thighs 
completely exposed, her pussy almost pulsing, calling 
to the men that stood less than ten feet away. She was 
the perfect mix of innocence and sin all rolled up into 
one. Daniel and Stephen stood side by side, their 
mouths hanging open, drooling, their eyes wide, 
threatening to pop out of their sockets. 

Stephen then whispered into George's ear - "Dude when 
can we do her?...I'm dying here." 

With a sly smile George replied - "I'm glad you asked!" 

He tapped lightly on the papers he held with the pen. 
They automatically understood with a sigh. Daniel 
grabbed the papers and signed then hastily, Stephen did 
the same after him. With a grin that was almost 
diabolical George but the papers back on the coffee 
table and gingerly stepped behind his blushing 
daughter. He whispered something in her ear and her 
eyes became dazed as she stepped forward kneeling in 
front of her 'uncles' a hand on each of their crotches, 
rubbing them through the material. She looked at their 
eyes in turn, giving them a sweet smile. 

She unzipped them and took their throbbing cocks out. 
The were big, one bigger than the other. Her small 
hands lost in them. She licked first one, then the 
other, rubbing the length of their cocks while her 
tongue circled the tips. Her movements were unsure and 
somewhat clumsy. Both men had their heads thrown back, 
unable to look at her for fear that the pleasure would 
end all too soon. But she kept going, her tongue 
circling the heads and then taking them as in her 
mouth, sucking them and taking them as far in her mouth 
as she could. George quickly became impatient and 
started fondling her breast from behind, his hand 
occasionally slipping between her legs making her gasp 
sharply or suck even harder depending on whether she 
had her mouth full or not. 

Her panties were soaked through and her juices started 
dripping onto the floor, making a small puddle. Daniel 
looked down at Jenny, her small mouth filled to the 
brim with his cock. He couldn't take it anymore. He 
pressed her head down as he came deep in her throat. 
Stream after stream of cum thickly coating his dick. 
The feeling was something that he had never experienced 
before. Perhaps it was simply the forbidden aspect of 
it. After all, the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, 
right. He pulled out. The last of his cum ending on her 
face. Stephen looked down then as Jenny wrapped her 
mouth around his cock once more, her face lightly 
covered with Daniel's cum, he noticed the puddle under 
her as well. 

It was incredible how much pleasurable this simple act 
was. He longed to be inside her more than anything, and 
yet he could not help himself. He came as well in her 
mouth as she greedily sucked on the tip. And still his 
cum poured out of it, running down her jaw and onto her 
breasts, slipping into her cleavage. 

Gulping down the rest and cleaning what was on her chin 
and nose she said in a small voice to her father - 
"Father...can I have yours now? It felt really good 
when you put it inside my pussy." 

George grinned and looked back at his friends, their 
dicks were still hard, even after cuming. With as much 
ease as if she had been five, George slung her onto his 
shoulder and carried her giggling into the room that 
had once belonged to him and his wife, the door left 
open behind them. Stephen and Daniel looked puzzled at 
each-other. 

George called them from the room - "Do you two plan to 
stand there or join in the fun?!" 

They needed no more prompting as they sprinted towards 
the room, taking their clothes off as they went. 
Entering the room they found Jenny on top of George, 
sucking his already hard as a rock cock. 

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Chapter 2 - To Be Continued... 

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